America's POV

I woke to a guard saying, " Your majesties are safe now, you may go back to your rooms. " As an afterthought, he said, "It was Northern rebels, so I don't understand the gunshots. "

I groggily opened my tired eyes and asked Maxon, " How late is it." He answered quietly, " 2am, my love."

I nodded my head and asked, " Can you carry me to my room?" We both again ignoring the guests silently sitting in the corner.

He picked me up bridle style and while we walked at a quick pace towards the queen's chambers, I also wondered about the gunshots.

We walked through my room's open doors, in my hastily departure I left them open last night.

Maxon opened the covers of my bed and placed me down gently, I showed with my hands he should climb in with me. Before lying down next to me, he said," Only if you promise to see the doctor tomorrow. "

With a simple nod of my head, we both were under the blankets, me safely embraced in his arms for now.

The next time I woke up, it was already 10 in the morning and Maxon was nowhere in my room. I would have to get used to not waking up next to him or the fact that most nights not going to sleep with him.

I sighed inwardly before pressing the button, that calls my maids. Less than a few minutes later, Mary and Lucy stood before me, a note in Mary's hand.

Before I could ask about it, she gave it to me and said, " From King Maxon, my queen." If I was drinking something I would have very unladylike spit it out, my queen and my dear now shared the same slot of dislike.

Narrowing my eyes, I read the letter, go see the doctor before doing any work. I laughed a bit, my overprotective husband wouldn't let this go. The thought made my wound throb.

Addressing my maids, I said, " Well, seemingly I have a doctor's appointment, so you know what that means. "

My maids smirked as well, sharing my thought process, time to get a little revenge on Maxon.

The doctor's appointment went by fast, and I was approved as mostly fine. I was on strict orders not to strain myself too much. No worries, it wouldn't affect the master plan.

I walked into my room into the waiting arms of my maids. Let the dress up begin.

My maids helped me into a very...claim on, very red dress. It was strapless and had a cut down the one side, reaching a little above my knee. The tight fittingness showing my few curves perfectly.

My makeup consisted of shimmering eyes, red lipstick and powder coating all imperfections. My hair was in a bun, a few loose hairs curled to frame my face.

I was, like my maids said, a boy magnet. Maxon didn't stand a chance today.

With step one complete, I wrote a quick note for Maxon saying, tugging my ear as soon as possible. A giddy Lucy took the folded note to the main victim, making the plan start.

I made my way to the window seat, positioning myself so that the cut was being showed off. I didn't have to wait long, soon a worried Maxon burst through the door.

As he rushed through the door he asked, " America what's wrong are you hurt or is it your" He cut off mid-sentence, taking in my form for the first time. His eyes seemed to pop open as he looked me all over.

He stuttered out, " America "

I smiled at him, motioning for him to came sit next to me. He walked over, confusion written over his face.

In a mostly innocent voice, I said," I wanted to tell you that the doctor says I'm fine and ready for my first task as queen.

He started at me open-mouthed, words not forming. I said again in the same tone, " So what's first on my to-do list?" Afterwards, I cupped my hand under his open mouth, closing it softly.

I stood up in one smooth motion, saying, " I'll ask Sylvia. " I walked out of the room, no footsteps behind me. When I was sure he couldn't hear me any more, I quickly walked to my old room, making sure no one saw their queen this way.

Lucy met me in the room, a more appropriate dress laid on the bed.

I quickly changed into a long midnight blue dress with off shoulder sleeves.

Afterwards, I walked towards Maxon's office, knowing he would have gone back when he couldn't find me. Not realizing the guard less hall, I knocked on the door and was surprised to find a sickeningly familiar face opening it.

Author's notes

Who do you think opened the door? Any ideas?